Page 46 of The Fall of Sin (The Sins of Saint 2)

I managed to look up at him, every dark and hard line his features had carried gone, replaced with something I had never seen on him before. “Now you know how you make me feel.”

“What?” My voice was a mere whisper.

“This is what you do to me.” He leaned down and pushed forward and into me. “You force me to the edge.” He pushed a little more. “You make me feel weak, because I can’t fucking control you.” I whimpered as he filled me, burying himself to the hilt inside me. “I can’t protect what I can’t control.”

His words slammed into my chest like a wrecking ball of confessions. The look in his eyes, the gentle waves of blue left no trace of the anger and the cruelty I’d grown familiar with.

“Do you understand now, Mila?” He reared back, slipping out of me completely. “Tell me you understand.”

More tears flowed from my soul and down the sides of my face. I nodded. “I do.”

This time, he plunged back into me, hitting the center of my core, and I tugged at the restraints, pulling it taut as I balled my fists.

“No more, Mila.” He remained still inside me. “No more.” It was there, in his eyes. A vulnerable desperation a man like him should not have to show or feel. There was far too much power running through his veins for him to succumb to weakness. Saint was meant to rule with an iron fist. Meant to dictate. Meant to control. The ruthless, callous, powerful man I had fallen hopelessly in love with.

“No more,” I whispered, and he sealed our silent promise with a kiss that reached all the way to the depths of my soul. Our tongues danced, reaching every corner of our mouths, and his thrusts grew stronger, harder, more desperate as he rocked us both to the crescendo we craved.

His body moved. His back arched. His cock fucked. Over and over again, my body became his, molded to fit him perfectly. Our breaths blended, and our moans escaped in unison.

“Come for me, Mila.”

I didn’t know it until then, but when he said those words, my body exploded into a billion pieces as if it had waited for those words—waited for his command, his permission to shatter. Pleasure surged through my veins, and the satin restraints stretched tight as my entire body convulsed with a climax that tore through me like a violent hurricane. Waves crashed against every bone, and my core quivered as the apex forced a loud cry from my lungs. “Saint.”

“I’ve got you, Mila,” he cooed as my orgasm ripped through my body. “I’ve got you.”

Saint continued to move inside me, buried his face in my neck and groaned the moment I felt his cock jerk, pouring his pleasure into me.

His body went lax on top of me, and my every limb was numb with exhaustion.

I took a deep breath. “No more, Saint. No. More.”

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Mila

Exhausted and intoxicatedwith the flood of endorphins, I crawled onto my side the second Saint untied me. Remnants of pleasure still lingered in my bones, my mind peaceful as if all the weight I ever carried on my shoulders had been lifted. The darkness was gone. The all-consuming need for release satisfied and appeased.

I heard his heavy footsteps around the room but couldn’t gather enough energy to open my eyes. A satin sheet was pulled over me, and I snuggled deeper into the pillow.

“Saint?”

“Yes, Mila.”

“What time is it?”

The mattress dipped as Saint crawled into bed with me. “It’s almost midnight.”

“I still have time to ask my second question.”

“Indeed, you do.” I heard the amusement in his voice.

I turned around on the mattress to face him. He lay back on a stack of pillows with his arm behind his head, staring out in front of him.

“You’re surrounded by all this wealth, but I don’t know exactly what it is you do.”

He glanced down at me. “I’m a businessman.”

“That part I do know, but what type of business?”

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